About RobertFurlong

Biography

Writing erotic stories is my hobby and I do it purely for fun. I like to receive feedback from readers so I can figure out what works and what doesn't.

My first thirty or so stories formed a series called 'Butt Monkey' (now removed from Lush) which charted my progress from clumsily discovering that I had an attraction towards other men to gaining the confidence to be intimate with them.

I'm currently writing shorter stories with a recurrent them of male backsides and a focus on sexual smells.

After leaving the tea to brew, I went back through to the studio to find Adam and Stephen having what looked like very intense sex together kneeling on the couch. They were both upright and facing forwards. Stephen had one arm around Adam's prominent chest, fondling a nipple, while the other was wrapped around the bigger man's cock, gently sliding his foreskin back and forth across the...

"So... onto the first consummation," I suggested, pausing for the two men to reposition themselves and sit alongside each other on the couch. "In this painting, Adam is... er... making love to Stephen. Am I okay to describe it like that?" I'd expected Adam to haughtily inform me that one man doesn't make love 'to' another but rather that their sex is collaborative and their love...

"You've obviously discussed the other five paintings of the set in some detail," I remarked to my two clients. "Could you give me a rundown of what you have in mind so I have an idea of context?" "Okay, so the first is the beautiful composition of us kneeling face-to-face with our erections forming a heart-shape," Stephen told me, before laughing again at my misgivings about how trite...

With the current fashion for newlyweds to have their wedding night nuptials committed to canvas, I have become familiar with sketching hesitant couples alongside their conjugal beds. Painting such tender moments presents a fascinating artistic challenge and I've developed a reputation for capturing the mood of the marital suite with discretion and sensitivity. What I hadn't anticipated...

Perhaps it's not surprising that my husband had lost his hard-on while he was watching my ex hungrily rimming my splayed hole. "Just gonna get him nice and slippy," Danny had said before plunging his face into my butt crack and giving me the most intense and satisfying rimjob I'd had in five years. As my old flame was slobbering and slurping away at my backside, surfacing intermittently...

As we undressed for bed, Alex said to me, "I feel kind of sorry for Danny." "Sorry for him? You're kidding me!" It was hard to believe he would feel anything but mistrust for my ex. He hadn't been keen on Danny visiting us, and sure as hell hadn't been comfortable with him staying over with us for the night. "No I do," he insisted. "Being holed up in that tiny Cornish village without...

"So first thing next day I knocked on their bedroom door to say good mornin' and one of them called out, tellin' me to come in." "This was one of the gay blokes who owned the house?" Brian asked. "Yeah. I think I was the only one rentin' a room that night." He nodded and I went on. "I walked into their bedroom and there the two of them were – the older dude and the younger lad I'd met...

Part 2: Sloppy Seconds It turned out to be totally different from playing around with girls. For a start, we didn't even get on his bed together and there was cuddling each other or anything like that. I just hitched the front of my jeans down so my aching hard-on sprung up, and Harvey pulled the back of his down and leaned over a chair. His hairy arse crack gaped open and I shuffled...

Part 1: Circle Jerk The five of us gathered round Harvey's laptop, pulled our dicks out and he loaded up the movie so we could all wank off to it. I was new to the academy and I'd never been in a circle jerk before, so it seemed funny and horny at the same time for us all to be crouching round like this with our boners poking out from our flies. "This is so fuckin' hot," Harvey...

The little office was cramped and cluttered, and the tall ginger youth who seemed to be in charge had to move a few boxes of disposable coffee cups aside before he could shut the door. Once we were alone I could tell how nervous he was: he'd clearly never had to deal with a problem like me on one of his shifts. His name badge announced that he was called Elliot and was today's duty manager....